Chapter 1346 - 1345: A Long-Awaited High Fever of 40°C

Chapter 1346: Chapter 1345: A Long-Awaited High Fever of 40°C

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Eva Nightingale was imprisoned in the room by Sebastian Yansford, who gave her a complicated look before leaving the room.

With a "bang," he slammed the door shut heavily.

...

He went downstairs.

The assistant approached him: "Sir, are you okay? I’ve already sent someone to get the Doctor, you’re bleeding a lot..."

This was the first time, besides on the battlefield, seeing him bleed, bitten, or sliced by a woman with a knife.

It’s estimated she will be strangled to death.

Sebastian Yansford’s methods were notoriously ruthless and cold-blooded, there was absolutely no chance of him letting her off easily.

Charlotte Knight, who was confined in the underground dark room, was a living example.

"..." Sebastian Yansford didn’t react, calmly staring at his bleeding hand for two seconds. Initially, she had bitten his fingertip savagely, drawing blood.

At that moment, he felt an unprecedented heat across his body South Bank, she really meant it when she said she’d personally kill him, and the result was just to grab a fruit knife and hack at his hand?

*

In the middle of the night, Eva Nightingale was dozing off.

Her whole body was burning, her physical temperature was very high, apparently having a fever from being splashed with cold water.

Her health was weak to begin with, and being splashed with two basins of cold water was simply...

Being confined in this room made her uncomfortable, curled up in the corner, unable to move...

She didn’t know how long it lasted, her whole body felt like a furnace, collapsed on the ground, curled into a ball: "Lucas..."

"Lucas... Lucas... Lucas..."

She seemed to have a dream; it was a very late night where she felt just as cold, like a piece of soaking seawater, piercing her heart with cold, nearly suffocating her.

In the end, she fell into an embrace, the person holding her in that icy night was Sebastian Yansford.

Finally, she lost consciousness...

She didn’t know how long had passed.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

"It’s bad, sir, she has a high fever of forty degrees."

"Forty degrees, at this rate, her brain could easily be fried..."

The elderly Doctor looked at the man sitting on the top-grade velvet chair beside him and spoke respectfully.

"Hmm... Lucas... Lucas..." The woman curled up on the hospital bed occasionally murmured, "Lucas... I miss you so much, sorry... boo..."

Her entire body was as hot as a pressure cooker, almost getting burnt unconscious.

At this moment, her voice was like a seductive whisper, stirring him uneasily, more so was the overwhelming anger, Lucas, it was certainly a person’s name.

Lucas.

"Sir, if she continues to have this fever, it won’t just damage her brain, she’ll die..." Since forty degrees was seriously severe.

"Then why the hell are you standing there? Hurry up and reduce her fever!" The man who was dignified a moment before, flew into a rage the next.

"Yes, yes, please leave, sir..." After all, to treat the illness, it wouldn’t be good to have him watch?

As he spoke, the Doctor walked to the bedside, grabbed Eva Nightingale’s wrist, attempting to first give her an antipyretic injection.

Who would have thought, she immediately withdrew her hand: "No, I don’t want it..."

She turned her face and saw the cold, hard face of Sebastian Yansford, despite his unparalleled handsomeness, she felt only endless loathing: "Get lost... Who wants you to treat me? If I die, it fulfills your wish..."

If she were better, she would definitely take down this man herself.

Her consciousness was blurred, dizzy, but she recognized him, very disdainful eyes.

Sebastian Yansford smirked coldly: "Die? Letting you die directly would be too cheap for you."